Harry Potter turns things into Sister waifus

Today was the day Harry would meet his new tutors. The close friend group he got from the last month, plus the new sisters and parental figures he and Neville got from their spell shenanigans were to join them in these lessons. Harry for once would enjoy a Potions class without a dungeon bat for a teacher. They got themselves a separate classroom especially reserved for these new classes.

The new tutors appeared to be of age, Harry would think fifties or something, but still looked good for their age, the silver vixen and fox thing. “Good morning, I am Kent Nelson, and this is my wife Inza Nelson. We will be your tutors for Potions, Defense, Runes, History and Arithmancy. But today will be all about Potions. Now, you’d think Potions wouldn’t be common, but it can be a dangerous job and healing Potions are invaluable during that time. While my wife is the better one at Potions (having to patch me up when I was being an idiot), both are fully qualified.”

“Now…” Inza said as she held up some stacks of parchment. “Due to having been taught all this time by a teacher whose methods are…questionable…” Inza really tried her best to keep her professionalism, but she clearly heard about and knew Snape somehow. “We will have to assess your skill levels first. Now, you will all get these tests with questions about the past five years of curriculum for a standardized ICW Potions OWL. This is only to see how far your general Potions knowledge goes, so that we can give you personalized tutoring in the areas you need it. A practical part will also follow later.” She started to hand out the papers.

“Feel free to ask if you have a question, aside from obviously the answers to the test. It may be a test that doesn’t count for your final scores, but I still advise you to do your best, and take it seriously. Otherwise we cannot properly adjust our teaching methods to your skills. And no need to be ashamed if any questions are wrong, we are here to tutor you and rectify it.” Kent said.

“You get one hour, please start.” Inza said and everyone got to work.

Most of the group went for the test at an average pace you’d see for a test, average students of whom worked their butts off but still didn’t have it easy as they try to wrack their brains for answers. Hermione and Daphne seem to go at a faster pace. Some like Neville and Harry seemed nervous due to their experience with Potions. But they calmed down upon realizing it was not Snape looking over their shoulders and got in the swing of things. Fred and George had to resist from writing down joke answers.

Hedwig, Bolt and Trevor looked nervous, as clearly any knowledge Harry or Neville had didn’t transfer to them. Cloak, Maps and Gryffi seemed to not have any problems at all, in fact Maps looked almost bored. Nom-Nom had to be reminded several times to not eat her paper.

“How did you two even learn to write? I had to learn reading and writing in record time.” Hedwig whispered to Trevor and Nom-Nom.

“On my journeys of exploration I acquired great knowledge. Unfortunately potions is not one of them.” Trevor noted.

“Nom-Nom.” Nom-Nom replied as she scribbled something down.

“What do you mean one of the Acromantulas you ate could read and write? Where did the Acromantula learn that?” Hedwig asked. The plant girl just shrugged.

“Silence in the class, please!” Kent said, and Hedwig quickly returned to her test. 

Shortly after, the heroes had to turn in their tests. “All right, now, we are going to give you the results at the end, when we have been able to see you go over the practical aspect of the lesson. You are going to brew a series of potions with increasing difficulty from over the years. Once again, don’t be afraid to ask questions, they are not graded but advising you to do your best. Now, for a quick safety check before we start the brewing…”

“The what?” Most of the class asks.

“Safety tests? Checking if the cauldrons and utensils are clean to prevent cross-contamination? Seeing if the table and pedestals are stable? Safety equipment like gloves and goggles? Did your teacher never go over these with you?” Mr. Nelson asked.

“Nope!” everyone said at the same time. Some even popped the ‘p’.

Mr. Nelson stared into the distance. “Inza dear, why don’t you overlook this part, there is a person whom I need to talk to…badly.”

“I understand dear.” Inza said. She whispered something to her husband that said ‘Give him a punch from me!’ As he left she turned to the students and said. “Now, let’s teach you all safety protocol before you start brewing…”

After they went over the safety proceedings, the brewing began. Once again, Hermione and Daphne were in their elements and were able to brew several potions quickly and flawlessly. Maps did brew well too, but she went at a slower pace. Gryffi and Cloak didn’t do badly but…it felt like a brewer whom hadn’t brewed a potion in a long time. Fred and George were doing surprisingly well. Most of the rest went at a normal pace. Harry himself found himself a good pace, once again thanks to the better environment. Neville was the slowest, but at least he didn’t feel as much pressure.

“Mr. Trevor, please stop eating the mealworms.” Inza asked.

“My apologies, my instincts took over.” Trevor said.

“Ms. Hedwig, stop eating the dead rodents.” Inza said to the owl woman.

“I’m sorry, they looked so tasty.” Hedwig said with a pout.

“Ms. Nom-Nom, stop trying to eat the everything.” Inza said, turning to the plant girl.

“Nwa-nwa!” the plant girl said with her face stuffed to the brim with dead animals used in potions, her cheeks bulging as she also looked apologetic. She then swallowed the mouthful and belched, as she then took on a different green shade that could be construed as blushing.

“I’m back, sweetheart, just had a good talk with a new friend.” Kent said with a smile.

“Why are his knuckles bruised?” Hermione wondered.

“Now, time’s up, we are going to check your results to see.” Inza said. “Please note that we are not intending to tear you down with what we’re about to say, it’s just observation and talking about the parts we’ll have to help you improve upon.

“Now, the majority of you feel behind on your coursework, you would barely pass. It really felt as if someone hasn’t explained the coursework properly and the bits you all learned were self-taught.” Kent said as he went through the papers. “Though after having a teacher that doesn’t even go over proper safety procedures, that is the least of the worries. But it is easily fixable.”

“I want to point out there are some of you whom show potential. Ms. Granger, you are the only one whom got everything right, and it shows your studiousness in a class that is badly taught. Ms. Greengrass, you are a prodigy and you should get an apprenticeship after Hogwarts if you keep this up.” Hermione and Daphne looked flattered.

“Ms. Davis shows greater skill, but I doubt she got it from class.” Inza noted.

“My gi-my best friend helps me get my grades up.” Tracey clarified.

“That explains it.” Inza replied. “Now, as for Ms. Gryffi and Ms. Cloak, due to their former status as ancient heirlooms, they seem to have a good knowledge they may have picked up over time, though for obvious reasons were slow to start up with the practical part.”

“Ms. Hedwig, Ms. Bolt, Mr. Trevor and Ms. Nom-Nom show little knowledge, but that is understandable due to their former status would not have them have knowledge about Potions so they need to start over from the very beginning.” Kent said. “Though they can follow directions during the brewing aside from trying to eat some ingredients, so they may catch up quickly.”

“In the case of Mr. Longbottom…everything related to magical plants he got down perfectly, a prodigy in Herbology no doubt. I think through his Herbology skills and how these overlap with Potions not only we can probably close the gap quickly, but it may become another strong suit. Ms. Lovegood for similar reasons, only her knowledge of magical animals is astounding.” Inza said. Neville and Luna beamed, those two really needed positive reinforcements.

“Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley were surprisingly doing well. Not in theory with the brewing, showing that they are great with practical potions. Definitely self-thought I guess?” Kent asked.

“Indeed, we love to…” Fred began.

“Experiment with potions…” George continued.

“For personal projects!” They both finished.

“How long do you two practice these routines?” Daphne asked, but would not get an answer.

“Anyhow, for most of you, the damage done by the subpar teachings are very fixable, and we should be able to get you up to speed with the curriculum in no time.” Kent said.

“We’ll have to get started on that next week, though. So we can prepare personalized teachings for each of you. Like we said, nothing to worry about. You all did as well as you could and are commended for it.” Inza said.

“But we’ll be seeing you later this week for Defense. If it’s anything like Potions, I’m pretty sure that we are able to get you all caught up to that if needed.” Kent said.

With that, the class ended on a good note. “Whoa, so that’s what its like to have Potions taught by a competent teacher.” Harry noted.

“I can’t believe we never went over safety procedures. That it was never addressed…That I respected my teachers too much that I didn’t even question Snape’s lack of safety procedures.” Hermione said.

“I realize you don’t call him ‘Professor’ anymore.” Harry said.

“Yes…Yes, I did. He doesn’t deserve it.” Hermione said.

“And Ms. Kent was really friendly. When I asked questions and she explained, it makes sense. How the plants worked in the potions and all. Whoa…if we hadn’t Snape Potions really would have been a strength of mine. Can’t believe that.” Neville said.

“I am glad that I can have a non-biased teacher, even for us Slytherins, Snape’s teachings can be damaging due to being allowed to get away with a lot.” Daphne said.

“No one going to question where Mr. Kent vanished to all of a sudden?” Susan asked.

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“Well, didn’t expect you here today, Severus.” Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse said to a very bruised and battered ‘Potions teacher’. “Like you went twenty rounds with a boxing champion and were on the losing side.”

“This here idiot stepped in my office and started pummeling me and ranting about ‘being a stupid and small-minded excuse of a Potions masters that is going to get his students killed one day, couldn’t get a word in as he kept punching me. He even knocked my wand out of my hand!”

“Well…” Pomfrey wanted to compliment the guy since no one liked Snape, but she was supposed to be professional. So she would help Snape. But she wouldn’t need to hurry. “Best to get to healing.” She decided she is going to save on pain relief potions for this one.

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“I know Potter is behind it somehow!” Snape shouted at Dumbledore, right after he left the hospital wing and went to see the Headmaster.

“Why do you always think it is Harry, Severus?” the old man asked with a sigh. “Harry clearly couldn’t have beaten you up because he was seeing his Potions tutor.”

“Because he’s always behind it!” Snape snapped back.

“Severus, being beaten up is no fun matter, I know that. But you can’t blame everything on Harry. I’ll look into this matter, just go back to your Potions classes, we both have much better things to do.”

“You always let him get away with everything, spoiled little Prince Potter. Gets himself a tutor because he’s too stupid to understand what I try to teach…”

“Severus, please. You are embarrassing yourself.” Dumbledore said.

“I demand him to be expelled…” Snape continued.

“SEVERUS TOBIAS SNAPE, IF YOU DO NOT QUIET DOWN I AM GOING DEFEATER OF GRINDELWALD ON YOUR GREASY ARSE!” Dumbledore shouted. That shut Snape up fast, whom was shocked at the outburst. “I have too much to do to worry about your petty grudge against a dead person’s son, the tantrums you throw like a spoiled toddler not getting his favorite candy, and certainly not for unprofessional behavior.” Dumbledore removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He placed the glasses back on.

“I’m sorry for my outburst, but I can miss this like I miss a toothache. I am already dealing with a mess. I have three jobs, and the Triwizard tournament has added to my workload. It has been a mess from the start, the reveal of Barty Jr. made it a bigger mess, which I try to cleanup. And part of that mess is my own fault so I am doing my best to fix everything else that could use fixing and I start to think another mistake to fix is you!” Dumbledore pointed menacingly at Snape.

“B-b-but…” it was almost comical to see the greasy haired manchild of an edgelord flustered.

“I gave you so many chances, Snape. I thought you could be better. I want to see the best in people, no matter how awful they are. Sometimes it’s a weakness yes because I should have curbed this behavior sooner. But after the war I wanted to give you a place to stay and keep you safe, because you turned on the Dark Lord. Maybe for more selfish reasons, but you did. And I allowed you freedom. To take points, to play favorites, for punishments, for teaching…Because I thought you were playing a role, but I guess that is just another flaw of me to think that you could not be serious in that act. But that’s what you really are, Severus? A really petty man?”

“I have ignored many valid complaints over the years, thinking it was for a Greater Good. But every time I think ‘Greater Good’ I keep wondering if anything can be justified with that anymore. No, not in your case. You are a skilled Potions Master but you don’t teach. You insult, berate, scare and threaten anyone not in your house and give them preferential treatment. You ruined the subject and futures of several students and turned the House Cup in a joke. And if Hogwarts needs to become great again, I need to make choices. And one I should have made eons ago. Guess which one it is?” Dumbledore ranted.

“You want to sack me? Good luck finding a good Potions Master. It’s not my fault those dunderheads can’t find their own butt with both hands pressed on their cheeks. They’re all just awful and deserve any critique and punishment I give!” Snape growled, briefly getting his spine back.

“Points taken for ‘breathing too loud’? For taking ‘library books out of the library’, while you know that is not a rule? For ‘not preventing another student from messing up’, even when it is not their job?” Dumbledore asked. “I wonder what I was thinking letting you continue. But as I’ve recently learned, I am flawed too. But I can’t let personal bias get involved anymore. I need to make a choice for Hogwarts, it deserves a Potions teacher whom doesn’t treat students like dirt or coddles the one like spoiled children. We need a fair and just teacher. And unlike what you think, You’re not the only Potions Master in the world, and I can get other ones.

However, none of them I can get for this year yet, and Harry’s tutors are not interested in a full time position. So I give you a final warning, Severus. Grow up! You are not in school anymore. I can understand the hard life you’ve led with an abusive family. I know the Marauders had gone a little far in their pranks with you. I understand teaching was not your main goal in life before it fell apart. But you are an adult, so act accordingly. You are going to either shape up so I can be convinced to not let you go by the end of the year, if you do a honest effort teaching, and if you don’t let your prejudices cloud your judgments, if you actually step up. Otherwise, a Defense teacher is not the only one I need for next year.”

“But Potter…” Snape tried to say.

“Is dead. He’s gone. As sad as it is, he bit the dust, he joined the choir invisible, he is pushing up daisies, bereft of life, he is an ex-wizard. You can let go of the hatred. Harry looks like his father but he is not. He is innocent, he didn’t do the pranks or the mistake at the Shrieking Shack. And any misgivings he got himself into was due to my mistakes keeping the castle safe and he had to step in. He is also Lily’s son…you care more for your hatred of a dead man, then for the love you had for Lily?”

“Lily’s gone!” Snape growled.

“So is James, what is your point?” Dumbledore asked.

“She died for Potter’s spawn…” Snape said.

“Like any mother whom loved their child would. If she wouldn’t…She wouldn’t be Lily. Now, I know you loved her, and that she got together with the man you hated but…James grew up. For all his flaws, he became a better person otherwise Lily wouldn’t have married him. He had to step up as a head of his Noble House, as a member of the Order of the Phoenix, as a father, and he did. He put his past behind him for a better future. Lily recognized that…But maybe I am wrong, you don’t love Lily, you love the idea of her. How can you claim to love someone if you torture her son?”

“What do you know? You never loved someone!” Snape lashed out.

“I did, Severus. Both loving someone, and having loved the idea of someone.” Dumbledore said, oddly solemn for that moment. “You can try to justify things for yourself, refuse to admit or own up to your mistakes, but thing is, I have to make a choice. And no one person should be more important then a whole group of people. For the well being of the people of Hogwarts, their education, their future, I will have to make one. So are you going to take this chance to finally grow a braincell?” Dumbledore’s glare is not that of a kind Headmaster, but that of the Dark Wizard hunter he once was.

“But if I don’t have this job, what will happen to me?” Snape asked.

“Well, I won’t let you die. I can assure you that, no matter the outcome, I will still offer protection. If only because I can’t stand a life lost. But it depends whether you’ll still be teaching as a better person, or if you want to spend the rest of your life in hiding. It is all up to you, Severus.” Dumbledore said.  

Snape went silent. He finally realized that his former protection against retribution can no longer last. “I…can try to…be more patient.”

“Not try, you do, and not only more patient, just not be an arsehole.” Dumbledore said.

“The Death Eater families…” Snape wanted to add.

“Right now have bigger problems as Barty’s actions may possibly lead to re-opening some old cases and only the fact the Tournament is ongoing is the reason it won’t be until much later. Let’s just hope your case isn’t one of them, because I’m less tempted to stick my hands in the fire for you.” Dumbledore said.

“…Then I will.” Snape said through clenched teeth.

“Good choice. Though one small infraction, one…and it’s over. I’d rather have no Potions teacher then to further clean up your messes. Even self-study would teach these kids more then you. So remember my words, Severus.” Dumbledore said. “Now go, I have way too many paperwork and not enough time to do it all.”

Snape ran out like his cape robes were on fire. And since Dumbledore had seen him with his robes on fire, that was not hyperbole. Dumbledore thought he would need a headache relieving potion and lots of Lemon Drops after that.

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“Hey, Karma?”

“Yes, Fate?”

“You think the greasy git has learned his lesson?”

“Why are you asking me? You are Fate.”

“True…so would you care to handle this?”

“F*** yes! The blonde ferret was started to bore me. I love a new toy to play with. How soon?”

“Oh, soon enough.”

“You always know how to make me happy, Fate.”

“I know. I also love seeing you work.”

“When was the last time we went on a date?”

“Too long. An eternity. We’ll have to fix that, as soon as this mess is cleaned up.”

“Then I best bring my A-Game. I would hate to keep a lovely lady waiting.”

“You are really lovely yourself, Karma. You are going to give more good karma to the Potter kid and his friends too, right?”

“Oh please, I’m not an amateur. Of course they’ll thrive.”

“Thought so. Happy hunting, sweetheart.”

“Happy predictions, sweetheart.”